Gracious Glory
The physical being
has a path of its own.
A rhythmic journey
ending alone.
The soulful crossing
something entirely different.
A wee whisper at birth
yet with a centipede endless crawl.
A wondering willingness,
a natural trek,
always to prompt the cosmos
that is magnificent.
This odyssey man’s hand
has no authority,
only the gracious glory
of absolute light,
which soars in the heavens
in pure delight.
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